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35-035Little fish is my mother and no one else

"It's coming, it's coming." It's coming, it's coming. Zining was still jogging, panting as he pushed the door open again, holding four pairs of panties of different colors in his hand.

Lu Jingjing had never seen his beautiful secretary so hesitant before. This matter was truly making things difficult for her.

"Why didn't I hear your mother ask you what you were wearing?" Lu Jingjing took the pair of small pants he had chosen and asked as he took off his pajamas.

"Auntie Qi, turn around." Little Fishy pulled up her pants that was about to be pulled down, and shouted at Zining with a reddened face.

Lu Jingjing was currently looking at him with a deep smile. To be so shy at such a young age was quite interesting: "When your mother was changing your clothes, why didn't you blush at all?" He wanted to make use of this opportunity to tease this brat. He had been completely confused for such a long time.

"You said it yourself, Xiaoyu is my mother, not anyone else." Little Fishy shamelessly looked at him. Today, this bad uncle's IQ was truly worrisome.

Lu Jing knew that this time, not only did he not succeed, he had lost another match. This kid was just like his mother, he couldn't be reasonable. He really couldn't be reasonable.

Seeing that the bad uncle had shut his mouth and not utter another word, Little Fishy began to answer Lu Jingjing's question from before: "Little Fishy never lets me pick. She says that a man shouldn't be too hypocritical, otherwise it would make people feel disgusted."

This wasn't even considered an affectation. How could Lin Nianyu have taught her son the way he normally did? She spoke so perfectly and clearly, but she didn't seem to be doing it in such a manner.

"Alright."

Lu Jingjing finally helped Little Fishy put on all her clothes. Taking a deep breath, he felt his back was covered in sweat.

Ye Zichen once again sighed with admiration at the difficulty of being a mother. It truly took a lot of physical strength to serve this little brat.

"Thank you, bad uncle." When Little Fishy saw Lu Jingjing rubbing his waist, she once again revealed a happy smile and sweetly thanked him.

At this moment, Qi Ning heaved a sigh of relief.

He finally understood why Lin Nianyu was so worried about Little Fishy. Even without her, her clothes wouldn't have gone smoothly. When he thought of how she was in so much pain because he couldn't see her anymore, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Lu Jingjing turned around and looked at her curiously. Qi Ning, who had never known what was going on, actually sighed.

"It's just that it's not easy to bring a child." Seeing the concern in the boss's eyes, Qi Ning quickly replied in a soft voice.

Does being with a child really change a person?

Previously, even if you stood in front of him with wounds all over your body, as long as it had nothing to do with him, he would never ask a single question about you.

Hearing Qi Ning's answer, Lu Jingjing nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it's a matter of torture. If you have the leisure to do so in the future, you can put it into practice."

Although he was exhausted, he looked to be in a good mood. He actually raised his eyebrows and casually aligned them with Ning Xuemo.

"Boss, you're joking. The procedures have been completed. Let's head out." Seeing his gentle face, he felt embarrassed again and quickly changed the topic.

Lu Jingjing nodded his head and looked deeply at her, regaining the cold expression on his face.

He had followed her for so many years, yet he had never heard of her personal feelings. Was there a problem with her sexual orientation?

He shook his head forcefully. He felt as if he had been infected by a small fish and thought about something he had never cared about before. Was this a gossiping disease?

… ….

Along the way, there were many tall buildings and a large crowd of people. Little Fishy's eyes were fixated on the outside of the car.

"Do you feel like you're in jail after staying in the academy for a few days? You're finally out on a stroll now, aren't you?" Seeing his expression, Lu Jingjing couldn't help but suspect that he had come back from abroad. Why does it feel like I've never seen a skyscraper before?

"It is indeed very uncomfortable, but luckily, I have a bad uncle accompanying me every day, so I am not bored." The little fish didn't even turn its head as it spoke in a childish voice.

"When did you become so good at talking?" Lu Jing thought that Little Fishy would glare at him and retort. Her chubby face was flushed red, which was interesting. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed, so he grumbled resentfully.

"Xiaoyu always said that my words sounded good." Little Fishy naturally heard the words of Lu Jingjing, who was sitting next to her.

"He really doesn't know how to be modest." The latter tried to make sense of the situation, and disdainfully turned her head to the other side, beginning to look at the scenery along the way.

"Aren't you the same?" Little Fishy would not allow him to lay a proud hat on her so casually. She turned her head and looked at him with her little face raised.

Little Fishy said that one shouldn't be proud of oneself. He tried his best to keep a low profile even when he got a perfect score, so how could he ruin the conversation just by saying a few words.

"Bad uncle, you're actually quite handsome. If you smile at others more, there should be many women who like you." Little Fishy blinked his large eyes and said mischievously.

"What do you know? I'm a myriad of fans." Hearing his words, Lu Jingjing thought that he had truly underestimated his charm. He raised his sword-like eyebrows and remained calm as he spoke.

"This is what you mean by not being modest." Little Fishy proudly bared her two canines. He fell into her trap so easily and even said that he would never be proud.

After obtaining another victory, Xiaoyu hurriedly turned her gaze to the window again.

"Hey, brat, you haven't tired after watching for so long." Lu Jingjing didn't think that a five-year-old child would actually trick him. He really couldn't judge a book by its cover. Seeing that his eyes had once again turned towards the window, he spoke in confusion.

He had also looked outside. There was nothing to see except cement.